A screw-up of epic proportions.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT. I came this close, readers. THIS close. To having somewhat of a shot at a significant relationship. I was doing everything right, I was taking interest in what she was doing, what she was talking about (and the weird thing is, I was genuinely interested, it wasn’t bullshit), everything you’re supposed to do- and then I said one stupid little thing that really ticked her off, and BANG. Any chance I might have had was shot the fuck down. So yeah. I think that I’m just going to give up on that whole angle of my life, then. I can live with that. Some people can’t whistle, some people can’t snap their fingers, some people can’t decompose radical fractions, and I can’t love. There, see? I fit right in.

EDIT- You know, not really sure what I was thinking when I posted this. You guys don’t need to hear about this shit, you’ve got enough problems of your own. Next post will be relatively interesting and relevant, I promise.